Can you believe this image was found under 'conglomorate upholstery foam' in Google Images? Which part of this foot and particularly unattractive shoe is foam, hmmm?
And a layer of linters, which is a cotton by-product used to provide the softness in your seat:
Yes, Google Images is excelling itself today...
and a layer of 20mm/.78" green foam:
That's so nicely green and foamy, isn't it? All on the top of zig-zag springs...
Damn. They found one!
Anyway, it's hard work and my thumbs are a bit sore from all the straining, holding, stapling, and digging out the staples when it wasn't quite smooth enough to keep the Upholstery Munchkin who teaches us on Mondays, happy.
He's a lovely man, beautiful green eyes and a great store of knowledge and skill, but he loves a chat. He gets started on something, and Bam! he's off on a tangent and we're stuck 375 years ago when he did his apprenticeship, fondling coconut fibre and visiting Rapunzel in her beautifully upholstered tower...
In other news, Madam Late is so far behind the rest of us now she's almost still in the other room, and we can't decide if the root cause is
a) self-medication (as in "she's zonked")
b) alcohol (as in "she's permanently bombed/pissed"),
c) deafness, or
d) she's just plain dumb.
She knows how far behind she is, so she can't be that dumb, because she wanders round the room like Lady MacBeth sleepwalking through the castle, rubbing her hands saying "Oh, I'm so far behind", which means that her projects have become a bit like King Duncan, where she was keen to take them on, but a teeeeny bit regretful after the deed was done... "Out, damn'd chair, out I say". She hasn't finished her second child's chair, her footstool, her two vinyl stool tops, or her drop-in seat, which is what we did yesterday. Although, we have two days until the end of term, so if she can alter time, speed up the harvest and get teleported off this rock, she may be OK. Use the Force, young Late.
My, aren't we a cultured Golightly this morning?
In other news, Mr Golightly is at home today, slightly unwell, and all my damn' fine plans to go into town for a visit with the bank and lunch with Ms Creek are up the ... creek. That's fine. He's a bit 'in-his-cave' when he's unwell, a fact I may have alluded to in previous posts, so my plan is to ignore him completely, except for throwing food into the cave opening at regular intervals, and spend the day in my sewing room, coming out only to feed the animals, and put more washing in the machines. It is raining, so it's quite justified to use the dryer for some things... honest.
I have an order for three doorstops made from this (and don't think I'm relying on Google images here, nosireebob):
and I made these for the lovely and glamorous lady who sold me (amongst other things) some new face cream:
Do you like the button accessory touch? I know people tie things onto them like sea-shells and such, but I don't have a ready supply of those. I think the accessorising button is quite a nice idea. Hopefully BJ will too - she's going to collect them tomorrow... so I will report back.
And now, it's 9.00am, the office is open for business, and I must away to the shower, the laundry, and then, so exciting, the sewing room!